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Soul Food

by Tony Whitaker

skin is our wrapper
this evening

the filling a mixture
of meats with meaning

giving life
to the rest
of the best

of a serving
called man

07/06/2007

Posted on 07/06/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/07/07 at 12:46 PM

Worthy and fascinating analogy. Reminds me of that old Twilight Zone (?) episode; A Cookbook for Man.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/10/07 at 08:27 PM

True soul food. *sorry, couldn't resist*

Posted by A. Paige White on 07/11/07 at 12:36 AM

Tell me there's blues muses humming with some strings and horns at Tony's table for two.

Posted by Alisa Js on 07/28/07 at 10:59 PM

Tables can be fun... takes the boredom out of beds....lol.... chairs are good, hoods of a car are fun....outside under the stars at night.... you get my drift.. lol.. alisa ;-)

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